Its been awhile since I last posted, so I have to say sorry this one took so long.
Consciousness returned slowly to Timmy, through the slowly fading fog of his mind he could gather that he was in his living room, but he didn't understand why or how. Timmy tried to rub his eyes in his groggy state but found that both of his hands were bound to something. Finding that he was restrained caused his memory to come flooding back.
Vicky had knocked him unconscious and now he found himself tied to a cheap metal folding chair. His arms were tied to the chair legs; he strained against his bounds, but found that they were tied to tight do anything against. Next Timmy tried to move his legs but found that they were tied together at the ankles. "Shit" he said aloud when he realized he wasn't going anywhere.
Timmy looked around the room and saw that the T.V was on; his chair was set up about a foot in front of couch which was empty. Vicky was nowhere to be found and Timmy was fearful of her return since he would be completely at her mercy. Timmy listened quietly for any signs that Vicky was still in the house but he couldn't hear anything over the T.V. Maybe her plan was to tie him to the chair and then leave him till Sunday morning. It seemed like something she might do to get back at him. Perhaps she had left the T.V on for him.
Though he didn't want to believe it, Timmy realized he was probably going to be in this chair for a while. He turned his focus the Television; Vicky had left it on the biography channel which was unusual as she rarely watched anything other than the world of lip-gloss or the dungeon channel. A commercial in-between shows informed Timmy that it was dictator week on the biography channel. Suddenly this made more sense to Timmy as he didn't find it hard to believe Vicky aspired to be a despot.
With nothing else to do Timmy tried to watch a show but his short attention span always seemed to betray him when something historical or educational was on. The familiar sound of his front door opening startled Timmy. He thought to himself, she hadn't decided to abandon me after all; I don't know whether to be relieved or scared.
"So your finally awake twerp?" The sound of Vicky's footsteps told him she was coming his way, and then he heard a familiar metallic clicking noise. Vicky walked around the chair to face him; she had a knife in her hand. The weapon made Timmy nervous and the gleeful smile on her face was even worse.
"So twerp" she said while bringing the tip of the knife to just under his chin. "I don't think I need to tell you this, but I'm going to make sure you understand. If you touch anything of mine again I will make you pay"
She jabbed the knife upward just enough for Timmy to feel the tip of the blade push his into his skin. "Understand twerp?"
Timmy could only blurt out a genuinely meek "yeah"
Vicky continued "That's good twerp."
Gently, Vicky moved the blade out from under his chin and dragged the blade delicately across his face. "It would be a shame if you screwed up again and I had to mar your cute little face"
Timmy didn't know what to be more concerned about that Vicky might cut him or that she had just called him cute. She removed the blade from his skin and folded the blade into the handle.
"Well now that we've taken care of that, we can move onto something a little bit more pleasant"
Vicky sat down into Timmy's lap with her legs hanging over his right side, she threw her right arm over his shoulders and smiled at him. Timmy's face became flush from his second oddly intimate encounter for the day. He could feel the heat from her body and the softness of bottom in his lap. Vicky walked the fingers of her left hand up his chest and then stopped when she reached his chin.
For the second time in a day, Timmy asked "Vicky, what are you doing?"
"Just something I've wanted to do for a while now." Vicky moved her face closer to him and began to give small pecks to his neck.
With his voice trembling he asked "why." Looking slightly annoyed Vicky halted her affection.
"Do I really need to tell you how I feel twerp? You saw what was on that camera, and I know you've noticed how I've been dressed differently lately, you look me over every chance you get you little pervert."
Timmy replied hesitantly "but why me"
A smirk came across her face as she looked him in the eyes "Timmy, you're only boy who puts up a fight, the only man who's ever caused me a moments frustration and you're the only person who's ever stuck their neck out for me."
Though he didn't think it was possible, Timmy felt his face become redder.
Another question came into his mind and he asked "But you always make me do your chores and you always pick on me"
The smirk on Vicky's face grew wider. "Two things twerp, one I don't do my own chores and two if you knew anything about girls you would know that they tease the boys they like."
Not sure he wanted to hear the answer but incapable of thinking of something else to say Timmy asked "So, you like me like that?
"Yep" Vicky blurted out like nothing strange was happening. "Don't you like me?"
The frankness of her question surprised Timmy but he managed an answer anyway "Vicky until today I assumed you hated me, so I thought you were my enemy."
Seemingly unaffected by his answer Vicky asked "what about now?"
The question sounded stupid to Timmy, the girl had beat him and tied him to a chair after all, but when he thought about it he couldn't honestly say how he felt about her. He didn't believe there was any hatred in his heart for her anymore even though he thought there should have been.
"Vicky I don't know how I feel about anything anymore"
Timmy lowered his head to avoid her gaze, his world had been turned upside down today and he was so confused about his feelings he just wished he could be left alone, but that wasn't an option.
"Aww you look depressed Timmy, how bout I cut you loose and we get something to eat?" Timmy raised his head and looked her in the eyes.
"You mean it?"
"Yep, well under one condition" Looking away from her Timmy muttered "of course."
With anger in her voice Vicky replied "If you're going to give me attitude you can forget it twerp."
Timmy was hungry and already very tired of his confines so he responded apologetically. "No no I'm sorry, what is it?"
The smirk returned to her face while she looked him straight in the eyes "I want you to give me a kiss"
"What!" Timmy blurted out in astonishment.
"That's the price twerp, give me what I want or I'll leave you in this chair till tomorrow morning."
Timmy looked her in the eyes his own were wide open. "You can't be serious."
Stoically she responded "Why wouldn't I be."
"Vicky I can't do that."
"Why not twerp?"
Unable to articulate a reason Timmy simply blurted out "I don't know I just can't."
"So you would rather sit here and starve then go get something to eat with a girl that likes you?"
Vicky had a pained look in her eyes, either she had become a skilled actress in the span of a few hours or his refusal had really hurt her. There was a time Timmy would have gladly hurt her, but now that he had he felt bad. This was the second time today he felt remorseful for hurting her. Something had changed in his attitude towards her. The more he thought about it the less he wanted to stay in the chair.
Vicky spoke, trying to disguise her pain with anger. "Fine be that way" while she got off him and stood up.
She turned away and began to walk away before Timmy spoke up. "Vicky wait."
Halting her movement Vicky spun round to face him. "I'll do it, just please don't leave me here."
The smirk on her face returned once again. "I don't know Timmy you refused my offer so coldly, why should it still stand?"
"I'm sorry Vicky I was being stupid."
In her teasing voice Vicky said "okay Timmy if you apologize I guess the offer still stands."With that she returned to sitting in his lap. To Timmy the sensation of her sitting back into him felt oddly pleasant.
"I'm glad to see that you returned to your senses twerp, now how about my kiss, and I want it to be good, on the lips not some bullshit peck to the cheek, understand?"
Timmy nodded his head while she just looked at him with a smile on her lips. Timmy felt incredibly awkward knowing he had no choice but to do something that disgusted him, at least he thought it disgusted him. Vicky was far from ugly it was just that he had considered her his enemy for so long now that he felt like he would be losing something if he gave her any affection.
Looking in to her pink eyes Timmy thought to himself well at least she's pretty before he pressed his head forward and their lips met. Vicky lips felt so soft and she was being unusually gentle that the whole Endeavour proved to be enjoyable, much to Timmy's surprise. The kiss lasted for what felt like an eternity to Timmy, but in reality was only a few seconds.
Vicky broke the kiss and looked Timmy in the eyes. "That wasn't so bad was it twerp?"
Timmy thought her question over; he had against his better judgment found it pleasant but, that didn't mean he wanted to admit. Still, angering Vicky while he was tied up and she had a knife on her would be foolish. Deciding to tell the truth Timmy said "no, it wasn't bad. It was…nice."
Vicky beamed him a smile and then stood up. With the knife in her hand Vicky said "A deals a deal" before she cut his bonds.
Putting her knife away Vicky reached down and hauled Timmy to his feet. "So twerp, what do you want to eat?"
Timmy replied hesitantly not at all used to be given a say. "I don't care...is there anything you feel like?"
Vicky shot him another smirk "I'll think of something, but first you have to change."
Timmy looked himself over; somehow he had forgotten he was still wearing the maid outfit.
Alright, that's chapter six down. I just wanted thank everyone that's soldered on through my hackneyed narrative and poor grammar. This was my first serious attempt at a story and its been encouraging to have a couple core people that have reviewed every chapter Ive put up. Ive got another three chapters planned for this so I'll do my best to come up with an ending that doesn't suck.